"Yes, love, I am here." The words are soft, though roughened by the pain in both his head and his heart. He huffs a laugh that is mostly humorless, but tinged still with the ghost of it.

"I killed the creature that was attempting to feed on your memory. It, subsequently, detonated next to us, causing psychic damage as well as dragging my consciousness into some of what I assume are your more vicious memories." Understatement, but still.

Though he looks awful he has strength enough to steady Byleth as he wavers in place. "Be still, please. I have been told that the experience afterwards is extremely disorienting."